Angel Falls On My Pillow Poem by Dennis Ryan
Angel Falls On My Pillow
Friday morning, March 9,2018 at 6: 51 a.m.; Wednesday afternoon,
March 28 at 3: 30 p.m.
I awoke at dawn
to feel a rivulet
run over the bridge
of my nose and brow
along the top edge
of my left eyelid
before dropping onto
my cheek, and pillow—
Devil's Canyon, I thought,
the falls, the misting falls,
how deep down they run,
our emotions too—
deep down into the center of things.
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